We seem to be emerging from a bizzaro time. A tiny life form attacked the mightiest life form and we crumbled—falling into pieces of quivering fear. Dana Ellyn painted Covid, day in and day out. She dared to find humor in the communal madness. In her work, the air we breathed and the things we touched became the universal enemy. Now our fears have become scrambled—a swirling uncertainty. What do we do with our collective traumas—the stress disorders that become more disordered? Do we plead for health, survival, freedom? Connections?
Silly Dreamers
Silly Dreamers
Silly Dreamers
We seem to be emerging from a bizzaro time. A tiny life form attacked the mightiest life form and we crumbled—falling into pieces of quivering fear. Dana Ellyn painted Covid, day in and day out. She dared to find humor in the communal madness. In her work, the air we breathed and the things we touched became the universal enemy. Now our fears have become scrambled—a swirling uncertainty. What do we do with our collective traumas—the stress disorders that become more disordered? Do we plead for health, survival, freedom? Connections?